[ she goes to it as a lamb to the slaughter, face cradled in his hand in a mimicry of affection and eyes fluttered shut. it hurts, of course. teeth sink into her flesh and lottie inhales sharply, gasps, but she doesn't struggle or pull away. it would hardly be the first time that she endured pain for the sake of another, to save another. is this really any different to allowing shauna to beat her half to death?
zephir drinks, and lottie lets him, hands coming up to settle on his waist for stability, and she doesn't panic when she feels the tell-tale prickling at the tips of her fingers that say it's coming close to the time where she needs him to stop. she just smooths her hands up and down his sides, squeezing lightly, voice still kind, nurturing, firm as she speaks. ]
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zephir drinks, and lottie lets him, hands coming up to settle on his waist for stability, and she doesn't panic when she feels the tell-tale prickling at the tips of her fingers that say it's coming close to the time where she needs him to stop. she just smooths her hands up and down his sides, squeezing lightly, voice still kind, nurturing, firm as she speaks. ]
It's time now. That's enough.